I am writing to you because I believe I have the most amazing idea for a story ever written. You see, there is this guy and he has visions of alternate realities and worlds but he just thinks he is going crazy and doesn’t really give it a second thought but then his wife gets cancer and dies so he starts to think that maybe it’s a sign that he should find his wife in this alternate reality world. So he starts doing these experiments in his basement using machines that his father gave him because his father was this big scientist before he mysteriously disappeared when he was a child. So anyway, what happens is he learns that his blood is the key to time travel and he has to put it into this device that lets him move back and forth between worlds and he goes to the other side where he finds his alternate reality version of his wife and tries to make her fall in love with him.

I don’t really have any writing credits per se but I have a lot of ambition and I am the Entertainment editor of my school paper. I have always wanted to be a writer since I was a little kid and I have a photographic memory. I have my own blog at WilcoPeterson.com. Wilco Peterson is my pen name, I really don’t want to give out my real name because I would prefer to remain mysterious like Salinger except a science fiction writer. Anyway, give my story a read and let me know what you think. I can’t wait to hear back from you!

So I haven’t heard from you, Mr. Davis which really upsets me because I thought my story was really good. I showed it to some people I talk to in my online writing group and they said it was awesome. I know it’s only been a few weeks but I was sure I would hear something by now. Then I tried emailing you and got some generic message that said: We will reply to you as soon as we get a chance. Thank you. I don’t appreciate being treated like that, like some nothing, some nobody! Just because I’m a college kid doesn’t mean I’m not a person! I would appreciate a little respect.

I called and talked to your secretary, she was really rude to me. She told me that you were busy but then I called an hour later and she said you were out to lunch, I know I cussed at her and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper. Look, I’m not some psycho or something and I am willing to forget about all the drama, just write me an email or something. My email address is wilcokid77@hotmail.com. I have a lot more stories that I want to show you and they are really good. I think I could make you a lot of money if you will just publish me. I really don’t want to have to ask again. Attached is a story about a nuclear butterfly that can produce sonic waves with his wings.

Who in the fuck do you think you are? Yeah, I read your bio on your website, I know you went to UCLA and that you graduated top of your class and that you have had novels published under a pseudonym and yeah, I read your books. They were okay. Your writing was kind of heavyhanded if you ask me. Yet I try to send you something new and revolutionary. You ignore me and then you finally send it back with red marks all over it and tell me that it is “clichéd and cartoony”. What was “cartoony” in your opinion? You mean the time bubbles or when he tells her that he loves her and then the layers in the folds of time implode then she turns to dust? How is that cartoony? You said the writing style was something like a freshmen in high school would write and that words were misspelled. Did you ever think that I did that on purpose? Maybe that was how the character spoke!

What really pissed me off is that you circled that one part, the love scene, the most romantic part in the whole story and you wrote LOL in the margins. You couldn’t even use real words, you had to use internet lingo to give your commentary. I want to know who your boss is, I mean like the owner of the whole company, not just you Mr. editor-in-chief. You stuck up piece of shit. I’ll have you know that I have won awards in Journalism and that one of my poems was even published in an anthology in India. No, I haven’t been paid for my writing yet but soon people will realize how good I am and I will outsell Stephen King even. You have no idea who you are fucking with.

I found out what you tried to do. Don’t you know that the address I gave you was a post office box, faggot?! Also I gave a fake name and used a fake ID so I didn’t get your little restraining order but the person at the place said the police were looking for me and she tried to call the cops before I ran out of there. Lucky for me she doesn’t have my real home address cause I used a fake ID to open the box so she has no idea of where I really live. Did you really think that was necessary? Are you really that scared of me? I’m sorry I had to lie and pretend I was your brother to get you on the phone. You forced me to desperate measures. Asking me if I was on medication and shit, it’s none of your fucking business if I’m bipolar, schizophrenic or if I happen to have OCD.

I stopped taking those medications months ago because they were affecting my ability to think clearly. Then I wrote that amazing story for you and you just ripped it to pieces like it was nothing. I am attaching another story for you to read called, “Apocalypse in Black”, it’s about this old lady who goes back in time and visits her younger self and tries to warn herself not to make the same mistakes twice. She ends up having the kid she got pregnant with instead of aborting it and when she goes back into the future, she has grandkids. It’s actually a really heartwarming story. Just read it and if you like it, publish it please. I am willing to forget about all this misunderstanding between us. I will stop calling your office, just email me please.

I can’t believe you have let things go this far. I have tried to reason with you, man to man but you simply aren’t logical. How can you be so cruel to someone with so little? All I wanted was a chance for other people to read my writing, how can you do this to me? Do you want me to kill myself, is that it? You want me to blow my brains out, then you can sit in your office and laugh with your secretary and let her give you a blowjob while you open a bottle of champagne and celebrate my death. You think you are better than me, don’t you? You probably have had everything handed to you, your entire life and never wanted for anything. I have had to fight for everything I have. Nothing has ever come easy to me. You wouldn’t know about that.

I never knew my real father. My mother was a fucking whore. My grandmother was the only one who ever loved me and she left me some money when she died. Because of you, I have had to leave school because I was expelled for being arrested and fighting with the cops then getting tasered in the school parking lot while people watched and stared. I think you can find the video on Youtube . I’m sure you and your whore secretary will watch it and laugh with your cum dripping down her face. Fucking whore. She threatens to call the police every time I call your office, why won’t you just talk to me? Please. We can work this out. I don’t want it to go any farther than this but you are pushing me to the edge. You have taken everything from me. They treated me like shit in jail, took my clothes and checked me for drugs, then these niggers in the cell tried to kick my ass before the pigs put me in another cell. All of this because you refuse to publish my stories. This isn’t over, Davis. I will get my revenge.

By now, you know that I am in LA. I took all the money I had out of my bank account in Florida and flew out here. You got the cops on my ass and you have them looking for me but you won’t find me bitch because I have a million faces. I have a million eyes and I can be anyone that I want to be. So you know my real name now, you know about my life, where I went to school but you don’t really know me. Not like you think you can from a case profile but I know where you work, where you live, where your children go to school, where your wife goes on Sunday afternoons. I have seen the cops in front of your house looking for me, I have walked right under their noses because people never see people like me. They just ignore them. So you just wait, you try to live your life and one day when you least expect it, I will get my revenge.

The other night I saw you fucking your wife and yes, the cops were there but they still didn’t spot me. I am that good. I looked in through your bedroom window and saw your wife’s ugly tits and you stick your tiny little dick in her stretched out pussy. I laughed to myself. Your daughter Lucy is very beautiful, only seven years old, so innocent, she likes kittens doesn’t she? Yeah I know you got a cop at the school but like I said, I can be anyone at any time. I am that good. I am like a viper and when I am ready to strike I will and you won’t see me coming. By the way, I have enclosed a short story for your magazine called, “ Blasphemy: A Love Story”. It takes place in an alternate universe where Jesus is still alive but he sells products on the Home Shopping Network. He even hocks the nails from his palms during the crucifixtion and they sell for millions of dollars. It’s a story about consumerism. Read it and you might like it.

I didn’t make the decision to kidnap your daughter lightly. I wouldn’t have killed the nanny bitch either but she wouldn’t let go of her hand. So I had to stab her in the neck, if she was smart, she would have just held her throat until the paramedics came, stupid cunt. Seriously though, your daughter is the sweetest and cutest little girl, she is very obedient and has hardly given me any trouble at all. Don’t worry I am feeding her and I won’t molest her, I’m not like that. I think I made it pretty obvious in my last letter that if you didn’t publish my story I would do something bad. DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU? Are you really going to make me say it? I know your cop friends are reading this, probably putting their pig fingers all over it looking for fingerprints, some way to figure out where I am. I wear gloves when I write the letters, I make sure to mail them discreetly, I’m not stupid.

Okay, let me make it clear this time. PRINT MY STORIES OR I WILL MURDER YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER AND CUT HER IN PIECES. Okay, now that we got that drama out of the way we can get back to what matters, the writing. Enclosed is a new story called, “Androids that Dream of Electric Sheep”, it’s a take on the Philip K. Dick story. Get it? Anyway in the story there is this android who learns to become human and he meets this clone girl who has the recovered memories of her genetic counterpart who has died over 200 years ago so she starts seeking out the ancestors of her originator. Anyway, eventually the android guy gets jealous and starts killing her bloodline, it’s a dark love story. The world will love it. I expect it to get cover art and front page. In fact, I expect the entire issue to be dedicated to me and for you to print all the stories I have sent you so far. If not, I will cut your daughter’s fingers off. Okay? There I said it. Are you happy now? You made me out to be the bad guy.

You know, in an alternate universe, none of this had to happen because you just published my first story and weren’t such an asshole about it. Sad that we exist in this world, isn’t it?

This is all your fault I hope you know. I saw you on the news. I heard you say that you will pay anyone fifteen grand who helps find me dead or alive before the police cut you off the mike. Then I had some chink bitch recognize me when I was getting something to eat and try to call the cops. I had to stab that bitch and now I got another homicide on my hands. All because you refused to publish my stories even after I threatened your daughter’s life! Did you think I wasn’t serious?! I figured it out, the cops told you not to compromise with me because then I would have the upper hand and it would never end, they always say that shit. But when I mailed you your daughter’s finger I bet you regretted listening to them real quick. I saw your wife sobbing on the news and then I knew.

I was able to get her phone number because I’m a hacker. Hence that’s why you and your pig friends couldn’t track down my email or when I log into my website to address my fans. Did you know there is a Facebook page someone made for me? They are calling me the next great serial killer. I could be famous! Anyway, I talked to your slut wife and she agreed to meet me one on one after you fagged out on me and let your “honey bear’s” finger get cut off. I met that bitch at this hotel room and she obeyed my orders and really did come alone. I told her to take off her clothes and made her suck my dick, I told her I would give your daughter back if she sucked it real good and swallowed. Then that bitch tried to bite my dick off and that’s why I cut up her face. I didn’t do it to be mean, she forced me to do it. You and your wife are a pair of psychos, man. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I am enclosing another story. If you don’t publish it,

I bet you and your slut wife are celebrating. Maybe she gives you better head then she did me. She looks like a slut. I hope both you motherfuckers die a slow and painful death. I hope your daughter gets hit by a car and you get ball cancer. Of course, some bastard at the motel called the cops cause your little bitch daughter couldn’t stop crying and then the cops showed up and I tried to get through the window, got shot, then I was able to trade your daughter’s life for mine before I slipped away barely after killing two officers. Now you have made me the most wanted man in the county and I am all over the news. I can’t go anywhere, I had to change my appearance yet again. I can barely go out to get food to eat. I am living on the fucking streets and it’s all because of you! Of course the cops are going to come down hard on me, they will probably ass rape me with their nightsticks for killing their “bros”.

The one good thing that came out of this is that you published my stories, a couple hundred copies of the magazine got out before you got your daughter and then tried to pull them all off the market, having them destroyed then encouraging anyone who bought a copy to burn it. Now they are the hottest item on Ebay, people are selling copies of the serial killer’s sci-fi stories for hundreds of dollars! I have over a million fans on twitter. Yes, I can still tweet. I have a pay per minute cell phone and an internet connection, bitch, this is the modern age! You can’t take away my voice. Now I will be more famous than ever. So thank you, Max. Thank you for making me a celebrity.

The Infamous,

Martin Verrill aka Wilco Peterson

Associated Press.

December 15th, 2012

INFAMOUS ‘SCI-FI KILLER’ FINALLY CAPTURED

Christina Milner, staff writer
LOS ANGELES—A long reign of terror has finally ended for publisher Maxwell Davis who has been stalked by psychotic fan Martin Verrill (aka Wilco Peterson). On Friday evening, Verrill was spotted by an undercover police officer in downtown LA soliciting sex from a prostitute. The officer recognized him and placed him under arrest. He was booked on four counts of manslaughter, kidnapping, attempted rape and attempted murder. Since July, the story has taken the nation by storm inspiring a Facebook campaign to “Publish the Psycho Killer” in an attempt to end his reign of terror. Officers advised against giving into his demands resulting in the kidnapping of Davis’ daughter in September. When Davis still refused to publish him, Verrill severed one of the fingers of Davis’ daughter and sent it to him in the mail. Davis’ wife then attempted to deal with the killer by herself resulting in her sexual assault and near murder. After that, Davis finally published the serial killer’s fiction in his nationally lauded magazine, LightBrigade which usually publishes literary fiction and had never published science-fiction in its twenty year history. Davis remarked that he was unsure why Verrill targeted him and his magazine when it was not the market for his types of work. He said Verrill became unnaturally aggressive when he did not respond back almost instantly, calling obsessively and making threats. After a restraining order was released back in March, that was when things spiraled out of control and Verrill came to LA to enact his ‘revenge fantasy’.

After publication of the pieces which sold more copies than any other issue in the magazine’s history, Davis attempted to have all copies removed when his daughter was recovered. Yet copies that weren’t destroyed or previously bought sold on the internet for up to fifteen thousand dollars. Critics are calling the pieces, “a disturbing look into the mind of a sociopath with delusions of grandeur”. Davis and his wife have refused to comment on Verrill except to say they were glad it was finally over. Verrill will be arraigned in court on Monday, a spectacle which is sure to be the beginning of the trial of 2013. Already five book publishers have offered to publish his fiction and/or memoirs describing the events leading up to his psychotic break. Barbara Walters has scheduled an interview next week and Verrill’s name has become the latest topic for the nighttime talk show circuit. Psychotherapist Ann Montgomery gave an initial observation of Verrill who she describes as “strangely child-like and innocent despite his psychosis”. The defendants will most likely go for an insanity plea.

When asked why he did it, Verrill himself said, “In another universe, this has already happened and everything that was meant to be is now coming true.”